Bing Crosby & Andrews Sisters, 1943
[G] Drinking beer in a cabaret, Was I having [D] fun
[D] Until one night she caught me right, And now I’m on the [G] run
[G] Lay that pistol down, babe, Lay that pistol [D] down
[D] Pistol packin’ mama, Lay that pistol [G] down
Oh, she kicked out my windshield, And she hit me over the head
She cussed & cried & said I lied, & she wished that I was dead
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I’ll sing to you every night, Babe, And I’ll woo you every day
I’ll be your Sugar Daddy, Now put that gun away
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Pappy made a batch of corn, The revenuers came
The drought was slow so now they know, You can’t do that to Mame
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